"Smoking guns?" Zhao Ke tried to call him.

In fact, when he saw the cigarette stick, Zhao Ke had basically determined that he was a big smoking gun.

After all, no one is so angry except him.

Use the emerald jade to make a smoke pot.

Use white marble to make a cigarette holder.

Even the cigarette pole must be made of agarwood.

Who else but him?

Sure enough, Zhao Ke shouted, and saw the big smoking gun raise his head suddenly, staring at Zhao Ke with blazing eyes.

That look made Zhao Ke can't help but feel a chill.

I always feel like the white bone spirit has seen Tang Seng meat.

Zhu Bajie saw the ginseng fruit.

"Big brother, it's a coincidence!" I saw a big smoking gun slapping his thigh, looking like a coincidence.

's exaggerated acting skills, even the eighteenth-line roadshow is better than him.

Looking at this guy's eager gaze, he still wanted to refuse and welcome, how could he be so coincidental.

The corners of Zhao Ke's mouth twitched suddenly, and he scolded secretly: "You MMB." ”

I didn't even ask, I just said to myself, big brother??

Or a coincidence?

Among the people Zhao Ke knew, the big smoking gun was definitely an accident.

The two are like-minded friends who wish each other were unlucky.

But it was okay at first, but later, Zhao Ke gradually discovered that the situation seemed to be a little wrong, the ghost market is so big, how can you encounter this goods anywhere?

It is said that no book is written without coincidence.

Coincidental.

It's a very clever word.

It doesn't seem to be anything, it's a coincidence, and it doesn't make sense.

Even if a rich man falls and accidentally inserts his stick into the model's body, it can be explained by coincidence.

This is not an appropriate description.

But Zhao Ke's mood at this time was like that model.

And the big smoking gun in front of him is the rich man who accidentally fell.

makes Zhao Ke have a feeling that he is being forced by coincidence.

Facing Zhao Ke's suspicious eyes, the big smoking gun had a Buddhist look on his face.

A look of whether you believe it or not, anyway, Lao Tzu believes it.

Faced with such a brazen look from this old oilman, Zhao Ke silently took a step back and pushed his other hand from behind him.

With the white dress fluttering in front of him.

The thief's eyes of the big smoking gun suddenly lit up.

I have to say that the figure of Yiren, with a plain white long skirt, is completely an eye-catching machine.

Even if it is a big smoking gun, the old hooligan who soaks in the red smoke hall every day can't help but have bright eyes.

Praise in my heart, the best!

These legs ...... Hey, I can play for a year.

Oops! This hip ...... Hey, the out-of-print airbag, that taste when you crash.

Hiss~~ This peak, no, no, it's going to die.

This face......

With an expectant look, the big smoker raised his head and stared deeply at Yiren's face.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze in this second.

"Holy!"

Immediately afterwards, the big smoking gun suddenly rolled his eyelids up, only to see his neck tighten violently, and his old face suddenly turned red.

didn't come up in one breath, the cigarette stick in his hand fell to the ground for a while, and the jade cigarette butt was suddenly shattered.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Zhao Ke, a lost friend, still played a role.

One shoulder stepped forward and slapped the big cigarette gun in the face.

"Gross!"

I saw that the big smoking gun was pulled to the ground by Zhao Ke, and the big mushroom stuck in his throat was spit out by him, and he couldn't breathe.

The old face, from red to white, vomited for a while before it eased up.

"This is my friend, let's talk for a while." Zhao Ke lowered his head and said to Yiren.

Although this woman was very stupid, looking at Zhao Ke and the big smoking gun's demeanor, she still walked away very interestingly.

Of course, she didn't see anything, she was just worried that if she continued to be here, this old man would have to vomit to death.

"Oh, this is the one I got from there."

Wiping the saliva from the corners of his mouth with his hand, the big cigarette gun rubbed his face while opening his mouth to Zhao Ke.

Almost vomit clicked to his throat, recalling the picture of Fang Caiyi smiling at him, the big smoking gun couldn't help but shiver all over his body.

It felt like someone had punched me in my stomach.

"It seems, you don't seem to be from here, how did you get in?" Zhao Ke didn't take care of the problem of the big smoking gun, and when he said this, the suspicious light in Zhao Ke's eyes became even stronger.

At first, Zhao Ke thought that the big smoking gun was trapped here.

But now...... Zhao Ke didn't think so.

If the big smoker is trapped in the abandoned land like himself, how can he not recognize the Yiren.

"How do you get in? It's not that you, the ancestor, have killed Lao Tzu miserably. ”

The big smoke gun launched a hundred greetings to Zhao Ke in his heart.

"There is also a red mother-in-law, who is also a crazy woman, Lao Tzu didn't tell this grandson about the abandoned land at the beginning, it was you who asked Lao Tzu to persuade him how to retreat in the face of difficulties, and if the work is done, you don't reward it, forget it, and cut Lao Tzu's big waist."

But this sentence, the big smoking gun only dared to make it up in his heart.

Borrow him a hundred guts, and he doesn't have the guts to say it.

For fear that Granny Hong would find out, she would brine herself in a blink of an eye!

In fact, with the cunning of the big smoking gun, how could Zhao Ke easily see so many flaws.

It's really a big smoking gun that is forced to be helpless.

How to say that, care is messy.

Along the way, he was just thinking about how to invite this ancestor out.

There were too many details, and I didn't think about it at all, but I didn't expect that Zhao Ke would see so many problems just one face.

But the big smoking gun, after all, is a big smoking gun, cunning and big.

His eyes flickered, and he said with a smile: "Hey, brother, it's really fate, I recently got a good errand in the ghost market, and I was responsible for distributing some daily necessities to the abandoned land." ”

The big smoker said, pointed to the materials behind him, and said, "Look, those materials are what I transported, and it's a good errand for the elderly, so it's hard to find." ”

The big smoking gun was afraid that Zhao Ke would not believe it, and he opened his palm in particular, and saw that a unique imprint had been left in his palm.

This is the slave seal that the big smoking gun told Zhao Ke before.

Imprinted with this, life and death are controlled by the ghost city from now on, but from now on, there is no need to continue to enter the terrifying empty space.

Therefore, for some postmen, this slave seal is simply the best way to relieve the sea of suffering.

Of course, once the slave mark is planted, it means that from now on you will become a slave of the ghost market completely.

Obviously, this kind of price is not something that everyone can easily accept.

Like Zhao Ke, he will never accept this so-called freedom.

Zhao Kejiang nodded suspiciously.

"Hey, big brother, how did you do it, how did you come here?"

The big smoking gun didn't dare to make Zhao Ke think too much, and hurriedly changed the topic.

When Zhao Ke heard this, he couldn't help frowning.

"Hehe, if you don't say it, forget it, but a friend, don't say I'm not interesting enough, I'll take you out later."

In order to prevent Zhao Ke from suspecting, he raised his eyebrows with a big smoking gun, and the thief's eyebrows rolled around: "Of course, it's not free." ”

If it were another person, he would be happy to close his mouth after hearing the news.

Although it was comfortable here, it was in a cage after all, and they were more envious of it than the flower world outside, and naturally longed to leave here.

It's just that Zhao Ke is different, he tried his best, and even took out the courage of jade crushing to enter the abandoned land.

The purpose is to find the whereabouts of the cook.

Leave at this point? How could Zhao Ke agree, and decisively refused: "Then there is no need for it, and I don't have any money." ”

Seeing Zhao Ke's refusal, the face of the big smoking gun suddenly flickered and darkened, and he couldn't help but stomp his feet and scold angrily.

"Damn, it's really hard to serve." I would like to greet Zhao Ke again in my heart.

But the big smoking gun quickly lit up his eyes and said with a smile: "Alas~ This is not necessarily, what if you restore the natal stamp?" ”

"Restore the natal stamp!"

When he heard these six words, Zhao Ke's pupils suddenly burst out with a gleam.

Not to mention, the rarity of their natal stamps.

It is just a bonus to the abilities of various natural systems, which can be said to have laid a very high foundation for his future.

If it weren't for the old man, I really couldn't wait any longer.

Zhao Ke had no choice but to make this decision.

Otherwise, how could he be willing to break his natal stamps.

Therefore, even if Zhao Ke rejects the big smoking gun in his heart, he always feels that this guy has a bit of a bad intention.

But when he heard this, Zhao Ke's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate, and his eyes were staring at the big smoking gun.

"Shredded stamps, can they be restored??"

In fact, this matter may not be a big smoking gun, because it was told to him by Granny Hong.

At that time, I learned that there was still such a way.

The big smoking gun himself was also very surprised.

But come to think of it, since it was Granny Hong's own mouth to tell the little ancestor in front of her, there should be no fake.

"You know that altar in the ghost market."

Zhao Ke nodded, this altar is still what the big smoking gun told him.

It is used to sacrifice corpses obtained from mysterious places, and it seems that new stamps can be obtained from those corpses.

"Well, that's right, it's that altar, the altar is actually a well, you jump down, there is hope, you can recover the natal stamp."

The big smoker said, grinning: "So, you still have to leave here with me, we brothers, this secret, I will never tell anyone else." ”

The big smoking gun has a righteous and thin appearance, but with his sharp-beaked monkey cheek face, it always makes people feel that this guy is a bit like a liar in the train station, claiming to be your fellow countryman.

Of course, the big smoking gun did not tell Zhao Ke that this method naturally cannot be without a price.

You need to use the corpse of the mysterious place as a sacrifice, and the more sacrifices the more powerful, the better the effect.

But this kind of thing, there is no need to worry about it at all.

As long as Zhao Keken follows him out of here, are you still worried that there will be no sacrifices?

This guy is the future prince, as long as he doesn't die, there are resources in the Red Smoke Pavilion for him.

Thinking of this, in the heart of the big smoking gun, it is impossible to say that it is impossible.

But self-knowledge is still there, but it's still unpleasant to think about.

However, Zhao Ke's next answer was like a basin of cold water, splashed on the head of the big smoking gun.

"Don't go!"

The two simple and decisive words do not give the big smoking gun the slightest room for maneuver.

It makes the big smoke gun angry and wants to go crazy.